O’ Lord most high, whose hands dost shape the skies,  
Thou art the light where all our shadows lie.  
In thee, our hopes doth find their sacred rest,  
Thou know’st the yearnings of each trembling breast.  

Flourish, O’ Lord, her soul with endless grace,  
Her heart, a garden, let thy light embrace.  
Thou hast made her splendid, pure as dawn’s first gleam,  
Yet now, O’ Lord, fulfill her every dream.  

Bestow upon her, life’s sweet gentle flow,  
Take not her years, but let her spirit grow.  
With every breath, may joy within her rise,  
And let her gaze reflect thy endless skies.  

Bless her with beauty that outshines the sun,  
Forgive her faults, for they are all but done.  
Grant her, O’ Lord, a bounty rich and wide,  
Where grace and mercy forever shall abide.  

Give unto her the strength to walk the earth,  
To chase her dreams with ever-glistening mirth.  
Endow her with the wisdom to discern,  
So in her heart, thy eternal fire shall burn.  

Let not her hands be barren of desire,  
Give unto her the wealth her soul requires.  
For in her joy, thy love shall be confessed,  
Her gratitude, in praises, shall be blessed.  

And when this fleeting life has run its course,  
Grant her, O’ Lord, thy heavenly reward.  
In thy embrace, may she forever dwell,  
In thy light, where peace and joy do swell.  

O’ Lord, I offer thee these prayers sincere,  
Let not my tears and hopes be drowned in fear.  
Thou art the witness to all hearts that fall,  
And through thy grace, we rise and stand tall.  

For Thou, O’ Lord, art mighty, just, and true,  
In every breath, we turn our trust to You.  
The greatest helper, when the world is weak,  
In Thee alone, our solace we shall seek.

The cup is filled with radiant gleam,
The wine of life, the source, the stream.
Each drop a world, a dream, a song,
In fleeting truth, where we belong.

But in your eyes, I find my way,
A fire that burns, a light, a ray.
In that glance, the universe is spun,
Together, intoxicated, we are one.

From the tiniest spark, a fire may grow,  
A flame that burns with a secret glow,  
In the heart’s deep chambers, it starts to rise,  
A light that dances, beyond the skies.  

Oh, your heart, a chalice of purest wine,  
May fill the world with a truth divine,  
Like a rose that blooms in the moon’s soft gaze,  
Whispering secrets of forgotten days.  

In every ember, a spark of the Divine,  
Fed by love that is endless, pure, and fine,  
It burns with a light that needs no fuel,  
A fire that makes the wise and foolish drool.  

So let your flame ignite the skies,  
Claim your destiny, let it rise,  
For you are not just a fleeting spark,  
But the eternal fire that lights the dark.

This is a sign, a sacred breath,
A call to rise from dust and death.
In the silence of the night you’ll wake,
A soul reborn, no more to break.

From the depths where shadows lay,
You’ll ascend like dawn’s first ray.
No earthly chains can bind you long,
For you are destined to be strong.

With every step, the world shall see
A light unyielding, fierce and free.
Through valleys deep, through mountains high,
You’ll shine, a star within the sky.

O’ heart of mine, in patience trust,
For from the earth, the rose must.
The heavens call, the winds conspire,
To raise you up, and lift you higher.

Through pain and loss, through joy and gain,
Your light will burn, will break the chain.
This is your sign, your sacred fate—
To rise and shine, no end, no date.

O' beloved, thy love hath made of me a vessel,  
For in thy grace, my being doth now wrestle.  
As the Creator, in His boundless might,  
Becomes the ear, the eye, the hand, the light,  
So hath thy love transformed this soul of mine,  
To see, to hear, to move, and to divine.  

My ear, once mine, now hears but thy sweet voice,  
Thine eyes, mine eyes, behold thee, and rejoice.  
With every step I take, thou art my feet,  
And in thy gaze, I find my heart's complete.  
Thy love doth change me, like the sun doth change the sky,  
For in thy truth, all falsehoods surely die.

Thou art the light that in my soul doth burn,  
The flame that in my heart shall ever turn.  
In thee, I find the missing part of me,  
The mirror of my soul’s eternity.  
As man and woman, drawn by Heaven's song,  
In thee I find where both our hearts belong.

Thus, O’ beloved, thou art my very breath,  
In life, in love, in joy, in whispered death.  
For when the soul doth seek its primal source,  
It finds thee there, its union, its true course.  
And in thy love, so deep, so pure, so free,  
I find myself, and in thee, I am whole, and I am we.

To drown in the sea of thy love, I desire,  
Where sacred waves rise, ablaze with fire.  
In the fathomless depths, beyond mortal sight,  
I yearn to be consumed by thy celestial light.  

Let the waters pull me, let the currents claim,  
As I dissolve in the essence of thy name.  
No fear, no cry, only silent devotion,  
Submerged in the vastness of thy divine ocean.  

Each breath a prayer, each pulse a star,  
I am drawn to thee, no matter how far.  
In the boundless expanse, I lose my way,  
For in thy embrace, I am reborn to stay.  

Beneath thy waves, my spirit takes flight,  
I drown in thy love, in eternal night.  
A fire that soars through heaven’s gate,  
To be one with thee is my destined fate.

O’ fairest love, thy power hath wrought a spell,  
And in thy gaze, my soul doth deeply dwell.  
I sit in silence, lost in thy sweet thought,  
My spirit bound in thee, where’er it sought.

Surround’d by bliss, thy presence fills the air,  
Mine eyes do see but thee, thou art most fair.  
Thy form, a throne on which my heart doth rest,  
Thy voice, the music that doth soothe my breast.

O’ beloved, thou hast made my soul thy slave,  
My thoughts are thine, my heart doth crave and crave.  
In thee, my soul finds both its peace and strife,  
For thou art both the torment and the life.

Thy love doth flood my tongue with words most sweet,  
And in my mind, thy image is complete.  
I write thy name upon my trembling hand,  
And seek thee still, through every distant land.

O’ beloved, thy love hath ta’en my breath,  
And I, consumed by thee, doth taste of death.  
Yet in thy fire, I find my soul’s delight,  
For thou art both the day and also night.

My feet doth wander, in thy quest alone,  
My hands, thy love’s sweet melodies have known.  
I sit, and in thy presence ever sigh,  
For in thy love, my soul shall never die.

Thou art the light that guides my weary heart,  
The very flame that doth from me depart.  
O’ beloved, in thee I am made whole,  
For thou, sweet love, art all within my soul.

Thus, in thy love, I find my sacred way,  
And in thy eyes, I live, though night be day.  
For as the Creator doth in us abide,  
So do we seek, in love, our souls to guide.

O’ Cup-Bearer, reveal Thy flame,
Let not this weary soul grow tame.
No earthly drink can touch the deep,
As one true glance that makes me leap.

Through barren lands my spirit roams,
Unchained, unbound, it seeks its home.
All vows I made, all oaths I swore,
Were swept away when Love’s door tore.

Pour not from cups of earthly clay,
But let Thy gaze light up my way.
No goblet holds the wine I seek—
I drink the glance that makes me weak.

What need of wine, or earthly grace,
When Thy pure light fills all space?
O’ stream of truth! O’ starry gleam!
Engulf the world, and birth the dream.

I know the tavern, I know the door,
Where souls are lost and spirits soar.
Strike out my name, my transient breath—
And write me in the book of death.

Not death of flesh, but death of “I”—
That I may in Thy Truth arise.
Thou art the Flame, the Sea, the Sky—
The Breath where all the ages lie.

So pour, O’ Bearer, pour the light,
Let soul be drowned in Thy delight.
No glass remains, no self, no shore—
Naught but Thy gaze, forevermore.

With ev'ry step, the heavens doth shine,
A symphony of love, both pure and divine.
The scent of grace, as angels' breath,
Doth dance and sing, transcending death.

This love, celestial, within me doth rise,
A holy flame before mine eyes.
It filleth my heart with boundless might,
A blissful joy, a sacred light.

Each breath I take, a prayer so sweet,
A gift from heaven at my feet.
In this pure love, my soul is made whole,
A radiant dawn doth light my soul.

In this realm, joy ascends on high,
Like the falcon’s wings that pierce the sky,
Rivers of light, in torrents flow,
Through the heart's chambers, where secrets grow.

As wine, its essence floods the soul,
Awakening powers that make us whole,
A fire unchained, wild and free,
Where thoughts are woven in destiny.

Desires take flight like the nightingales' song,
Whispers of kings from eras long gone,
The world unfolds in its splendour, vast,
A dance of colours, unsurpassed.

In this blaze, I am reborn anew,
A child of the stars, the heavens' dew,
With each heartbeat, the universe spins,
Under the gaze of the eternal sun that wins.

Joy surges forth, like the ocean’s roar,
Imagination endless, forevermore,
As wine, it fills the veins of man,
I am the flame, the eternal plan.

In the dust of the heart,
thy love burns like an eternal flame,

A lantern in the night,
that calls the soul to know its name.

In the garden where the earth’s soft sighs meet the sky’s eternal gaze,
Ladybirds, small as dreams, flutter through the tender haze.
Their wings, delicate as the soul’s first awakening,
Carry whispers from the Divine, silently, unshaken.

And butterflies, like thoughts that pass through the heart’s door,
Glide upon the winds, seeking the sacred shore.
Their wings, a tapestry of fleeting grace,
A reflection of the Light that guides our place.

O’ seeker, do you measure the Infinite by what your eyes behold?
Do you seek the Divine in the vast, the bright, the bold?
The Lord is found in the humblest of forms,
In the ladybird’s flight, in the butterfly’s storms.

What is size, if not an illusion born of the dust?
In every flutter, in every breath, there is trust.
For the Eternal is hidden in the smallest of things,
In the tiniest creature, the light that sings.

Look not for God in places far or high,
He is the flutter of wings, the tear in the eye.
He is in the moment, in the breath of the leaf,
In the fleeting joy, in the quiet grief.

In every ladybird, in every butterfly,
The Divine stirs and spreads its wings to fly.
O’ heart, know this—size means naught to the One,
For in the smallest breath, the Universe is spun.

So let the dance of the ladybird be your guide,
And the butterfly’s flight, your spirit’s stride.
For the Divine is not measured, not caught by the eye—
He is the breath of the soul, the wings that fly.

A radiant rose, in blissful glow,
Spoke softly to another, pure as snow:
"Your fragrance fills the very air I breathe,
It speaks through my soul, a spell it weaves.

Come, stand beside me, in silent grace,
And share the ecstasy time cannot erase.
Together, let us honour the beauty we compose,
And cradle the glory of our passionate pose."

I ache for the boundless profundity of Thy love,
In Thee alone, I seek the very essence and reward of existence itself.
Beyond the fleeting shadows of earthly desire, Thy love stands as an eternal light—
The wellspring from which all life flows, and to which all souls take flight.

In the radiance of Thy will, O’ Beloved, I place my undying trust,
In every breath I take, my soul yearns for naught but Thy grace and Thy sovereign must.
For in the gentle unfolding of Thy divine will, I find the courage to surrender,
And in that surrender, the peace that surpasses all understanding, so tender.

Wherever I may sojourn, it is within Thy sacred longing I reside,
I am but a fragile echo, lost in the eternal prayer of Thy holy tide.
My footsteps trace the patterns of Thy love across the sands of time,
And though the world may crumble and fade, Thy presence remains sublime.

In the fervour of my yearning for Thee, O’ Master of hearts,
I seek not the transient world, but only the boundless embrace that imparts.
For Thy mercy, O’ Divine Source, is a river without end,
And in its waters, I seek to drown, that I might emerge anew—whole, healed, and forever Yours.

In sorrow's depth, the spirit soars above,  
Not in the flesh's decay, but in the heart's love.  

In silence between breaths, the secrets lie,  
The universe hums, as fleeting moments fly.  

The ancient current through your veins does course,  
A song of the eternal, a hidden force.  

Though borrowed, your heart beats with divine might,  
A melody with stars, in the eternal night.  

Cast off the shadows that the world may cast,  
In the depth of your being, only truth you’ll grasp.  

You are the seeker and the sought in one,  
The flame and the wind, beneath the same sun.

Turn thy beautiful eyes toward me,
Not as mere mortal meets the sea,
But as the dawn with reverent flame
Beholds the night, and speaks its name.

A pilgrim lone, through shadowed vale,
I seek the breath behind the veil.
Not ease I crave, nor lover’s kiss,
But that which dwells in deeper bliss.

The world is but a fleeting shade,
Its glories brief, its colours fade.
Yet in thine eyes—a sovereign fire,
That stirs the dust with old desire.

Not roses red, nor spring’s perfume,
But Truth that blossoms from the tomb.
A voice that calls from heights unknown,
To rise, to stand, to be alone.

Thy gaze recalls that golden hour
When man walked forth in sacred power.
Thou art the mirror vast and wide,
Wherein my higher self doth hide.

So turn thy gaze, and lift me hence
Beyond the stars, beyond the sense.
Let this poor self in light be lost—
For all is gain, whate’er the cost.

As the sun sets in colours divine,
I’m bathed in your love, eternally mine.
A fragrance, a beauty, a blissful refrain,
In your love, I bloom again and again.

Shall the sun’s warm kiss unveil thee so divine,
Or shall shadows rise where softest light may shine?
Will dawn's embrace reveal thy hidden grace,
Or cloak thee further in a veiled, mysterious place?

For if that veil slips, what shall remain of me?
A soul undone, adrift upon a boundless sea.
Shall I, in trembling, witness thee unfold,
Thy secret beauty, yet to be untold?

Shall I fall into the chasm of thy unspoken gaze,
Where light and dark entwine in an eternal maze?
Each layer stripped away, each truth laid bare,
Revealing thy essence, yet drowning me in despair.

For in that single moment, all shall be lost or gained,
A heart laid bare, where joy and sorrow are chained.
O' fate, dost thou mock me with such trembling fear,
To cast me upon this precipice, so near?

Shall I, in thine eyes, find both love and despair,
A fleeting breath, yet heavy beyond compare?
If thou shouldst unveil thy soul to me,
What of my own—shall I remain or cease to be?

The world is but a broken dream, a fleeting, empty jest,
I wander through its hollow halls, in search of sacred rest.
What is the meaning of this life, what lies beyond this veil?
Only those who walk the path of truth can hear the sacred tale.

O' friend, my companion in the realm unseen,
Where love is fire and faith is green,
Lead me through the sacred dark, where secrets hide and breathe,
Through realms of silence, deep and stark, where the heart can truly seethe.

In the garden of the eternal soul, where silence reigns supreme,
I cast aside the shadows and seek the eternal dream.
Beyond the veils of earthly grief, beyond the hands of fate,
There lies the endless, shining light that calls, that waits.

O' soul, who walks beyond the stars, beyond the dust of man,
Guide me through this fleeting world, with your infinite plan.
For in the depths of mystery, where nothing is what it seems,
We shall find the holy path—where truth is sown in dreams.

A song of fairies, soft and bright,
That fills the air with pure delight.
No shadow dares to ask for more,
Love’s magic shines, forevermore.

Be a poem, O’ Prettiest, not mere breath—
A song that lingers past life and death.
Not dust in the wind, nor fading light,
But verses born of truth and might.

Do not doze in slumber’s keep,
While dreams like stars in silence sleep.
Be the lamp that greets the morn,
The spark from which the soul is born.

Within your veins a rhythm flows,
A secret only silence knows.
Time bears a tune that waits in you—
A golden song, eternal, true.

Kindle your core, let spirit rise,
For heaven sees through watchful eyes.
Be not a whisper lost to air,
But voice of fire, bold and rare.

You are no myth, no fleeting flame—
But sacred blaze none dare to tame.
If storms of time you do not bind,
Then be the tide that stirs mankind.

This world’s a stage, a shifting mist—
Be its refrain, O’ Prettiest.
A cry, a kiss, a sacred sign—
The mirror where all truths align.

Ask not the worth of your own name—
You are the self, the living flame.
Be melody the soul reveres,
Love’s voice that echoes through the years.

Your lips, they speak in whispers sweet,
A language only hearts can greet.
In every kiss, a universe,
A silent verse, a lover’s curse.

A whisper, a call from the divine place unknown,
It stirs the heart, as though by winds it’s blown,
A summons soft, yet piercing in its might,
To rouse the soul and guide it to the light.

"Rise, O’ humanity, from the dust of earth's domain,
You are but sparks, yet flames that break the chain,
Created to soar, to reach a station high,
Where time is naught, and space shall bid you fly."

The silent air bears witness to this creed,
A voice divine, a truth the soul does need,
Your being, formed of earth and stars combined,
Is called to seek the realms of the divine.

Let not the worldly chains your spirits bind,
For you are born with treasures yet unlined,
The heavens invite, and the path is clear,
To rise, O’ humanity, and leave behind your fear.

The call is soft, yet clearer than the day,
It bids you journey, to the heights away,
For you have wings within your hearts to fly,
And in your souls, eternity does lie.

Rise, O’ humanity, your purpose calls you nigh,
To reach the station where the angels sigh,
The whisper stirs, it calls you ever true,
For you are made of light, and born anew.

O’ wondrous soul, thou speakest words divine,  
Wherein the very essence of Love doth shine.  
Methinks, within thee stirs a tender grace,  
A truth unspoken, veiled in soft embrace.  

For Love, like fire, doth scorch the heart and mind,  
And through its flame, our spirits are entwined.  
It rends the darkened veil of mortal night,  
Revealing all, in pure and radiant light.  

But lo, the heart, so fragile and so bare,  
Doth quiver ‘neath the weight of heaven's stare.  
In truth laid bare, before the eyes of Fate,  
The soul doth dance, unbound by time or state.  

O’ Love, thou art a force that none can flee,  
Yet in thy fire, we find our liberty.  
For in thy flame, the world doth fade away,  
And all that remains is Love’s eternal sway.

Before the sun had kissed the waking skies,
Before the moon could open dreaming eyes,
You were a thought in realms beyond all sight—
A secret held in Mercy’s veiled light.

Not cast by chance, nor shaped by time or fate,
But crafted where the highest heavens wait;
From sacred clay, with Spirit gently blown,
You rose—a soul beloved, yet not your own.

A trust you bear, of breath and light composed,
A flame within, divinely interposed.
Where angels bowed at one majestic sign,
You stood, adorned by wisdom's grand design.

Each crease upon your palm, a sign unread,
Of mysteries the silent cosmos said.
Your gaze reflects the stars, the seas, the skies—
A mirror of the Truth that never dies.

You are the cup from which the cosmos sips,
The praise of God upon your heart and lips.
No idle dust, but destined and decreed—
A living verse, in word and will and deed.

So wear your form with honour, not despair,
For in that frame, the breath of God is there.
A servant crowned in dignity and grace—
The finest form in all of time and space.

O’ child of earth, yet lifted and refined,
You are the masterpiece the Lord designed.
Not merely made—but chosen, known, and free—
To walk the path of light and majesty.

If Thou dost reveal Thyself unto me,
What shall become of this soul, so wild, so free?
Shall it vanish like the mist before the dawn,
Or rise, reborn, to Thee—forever drawn?

Shall it burn in the light of Thy sacred flame,
And dissolve into Thee, free of worldly name?
Or shall it be lost in the shadow of its own will,
Bound to the earth, though Thy call be still?

In the unveiling of Thy infinite might,
Shall my heart be unraveled, or find its light?
Shall I, in Thy grace, be made whole again,
Or will I, a wanderer, return to the dust and pain?

O' Divine, in Thy presence so pure and vast,
Shall I transcend, or remain, tethered fast?
For the soul that seeks Thee is torn between
The self it was, and the self unseen.

In the echoes of the call of the Beloved,
Shall I soar, or shall I fall, unapproved?
If Thou dost reveal Thy truth to my heart,
Shall I be remade, or torn apart?

For in Thy wisdom, O' Eternal One,
The path is lit, but the end is undone.
Shall I know Thy light, or in shadows remain—
To merge with Thee, or live in vain?

What a spark, what a flame, when these eyes first saw,
The dance of light, the world without flaw?
When these hands, born of clay and dust,
Poured forth warmth, a gift, a divine trust?

When the tongue, a prisoner of silence so deep,
Broke free with a word, a promise to keep?
What sweetness filled these humble ears,
When the first sound stirred the heart’s silent fears?

When this tiny heart, so full of desire,
Met belief like a spark to an unlit fire?
When the lips of this child, kissed by the dawn,
Smiled at the world, and all sorrow was gone?

When the body, this vessel of earthly woe,
Was styled by love’s hand, a graceful glow?
What a moment, what a scene, O’ Jamil, I ask,
Could such be the work of a gene—or love’s mask?

Beyond the stars, beyond the sky,
Where galaxies in silence lie,
Beyond the Solar System's glow,
Where endless constellations flow.

A Light transcends the cosmic sea,
A flame from realms of mystery.
In niche so deep, unseen, untold,
A lamp does glow with light of gold.

Encased within a glass so pure,
Its brilliance ever to endure.
A star, a pearly, trembling gleam,
A light that whispers, dreams that beam.

Not born of east nor west's embrace,
Yet shines within a boundless space.
Beyond the galaxies that spin,
Beyond the Universe’s skin.

Beyond all creation, time and place,
A light that fills the endless space.
The source of all that ever was,
A truth beyond all earthly laws.

From olive tree, so blessed and bright,
The oil ignites the endless night.
Untouched by flame, it flickers true,
A glowing fire, yet always new.

Light upon light, a sacred dance,
In endless glow, no time, no chance,
For in His light, the worlds align,
Eternal, vast, divine, divine.

A truth beyond all mortal reach,
A radiance bright, no words can teach,
His light, His love, beyond the skies,
Is where the soul in union flies.

Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Beyond all realms, beyond all grace,
A flame eternal, burning bright,
A luminous force that guides the night.

God's light is in Surah An-Nur (24:35):
"Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The example of His light is like a niche within which is a lamp, the lamp inside of glass, the glass as if it were a pearly white star, lit from [the oil of] a blessed olive tree, neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil would almost glow even if untouched by fire. Light upon light. Allah guides to His light whom He wills. And Allah presents examples for the people, and Allah is All-Knowing of everything." (24:35)

The veil is ascending from the vast expanse of eternity,
A veil once thick, now parting with quiet might.

Whispers of truths from the eternal Tablet,
Revealing the sacred knowledge, where all journeys began.

In the silence of stars, where the heart learns to soar,
The Light of the One guides from shore to shore.

From the depths of the unseen, where mercy does flow,
The secrets of the Lord in gentle winds blow.

Beyond the horizons, where the soul is reborn,
The call of the muezzin, to the soul’s adorn.

The veil of illusion, once dark, now refrains,
Revealing the path where the faithful remain.

O’ soul, awaken, to the whisper of prayer,
For the realm of the Divine is waiting there.

The curtain is rising, revealing His grace,
In the infinite’s presence, we find our place.

O’ Supreme One, Whose grandeur fills the skies,  
In the infinite radiance of Thy light, my spirit flies.  

From Thy boundless Ocean, I was born a spark,  
A fleeting breath cast in the vast, eternal dark.  

Fill me, O’ Beloved, with the purity of Thy grace,  
That my heart may reflect the brightness of Thy face.  

Let the essence of Thy love flood my soul’s deep well,  
And in Thy presence, all earthly trials quell.  

Thou, the eternal Flame, within me ignite,  
Transform my being with Thy sacred light.  

This world, but a shadow, a fleeting mirage,  
In Thy radiance, I find my soul’s true charge.  

Thou, the Beloved, the longing of my heart,  
In Thy embrace, I am whole, I depart.  

I, a wanderer of dust, have lost my way,  
Remake me, O’ Master, and guide my stray.  

Let me bow before Thy throne, pure and true,  
And in Thy grace, my soul is made new.  

Bless me with the dawn of a holy light,  
That I may walk in Thy truth, day and night.  

Guide me, for I am lost in the endless sea,  
Yet in Thy glow, I am found, I am free.  

O’ Radiant One, through Thy endless beam,  
Let me rise anew and live in Thy dream.

In the garden of eternity, before time’s bloom,
We stood as whispers, in the Maker’s room.
The world unformed, yet the truth aglow—
Our souls, like stars, in His presence bow.

"Am I not your Lord?"—a question profound,
Echoed through the silence, a cosmic sound.
From the depths of being, we rose to declare,
"Yes, O’ Lord, we know, Your light is everywhere!"

Not of flesh, nor bone, were we then made,
Yet in His presence, our spirits laid—
A pact eternal, in that sacred space,
Our hearts forever bound to His grace.

The veils of matter had not yet fallen,
No night, no dawn, no stars yet callin’,
Yet in that moment, pure and bright,
We knew the truth, beyond all sight.

O’son of Adam, heed this call:
In the dust of time, we forget it all.
But deep within, the seed remains—
The covenant that never wanes.

The world will tempt, and hearts may stray,
But remember, O’ seeker, that ancient day—
When Alast’s light shone through the soul,
And we, in awe, were made whole.

The soul that forgets is lost in the mire,
But the heart that remembers burns with fire.
The covenant still calls, in silence profound—
In the rhythm of life, it echoes its sound.

Rise, O’ seeker, from your sleep,
Awake to the truth, from the heavens deep.
In the silence of Alast, find your call—
For He, your Lord, is the Source of all.

O' Lord, whose grace transcends the fleeting hours,
Endow our souls with longings pure as flowers,
That in the heart’s most secret, sacred core,
A flame may kindle, burning evermore.

Let every breeze that sweeps the desert’s plain
Whisper the wisdom of Thy boundless reign,
And every star that graces Heaven's dome
Shine bright with hope, to guide the wanderer home.

O' grant the blind the vision, true and clear,
To see Thy beauty, casting off their fear.
Let hearts once lost in sorrow find their way,
And souls confined in darkness greet the day.

From barren lands, lead forth the scattered dove,
And fill the yearning with Thy boundless love.
Raise those who falter from the dust and stone,
And grant them strength to walk, though once alone.

In trials fierce, be Thou the guiding light,
Through shadows deep, O' Lord, be our delight.
Let every pain transform into Thy grace,
And every sorrow find its resting place.

Endow the meek with courage, firm and true,
And those who seek Thee find their journey new.
In service selfless, in faith ever bold,
Let Thy mercy be a treasure manifold.

O' Lord, in Thee our hopes, our hearts, abide,
And through Thy hand, let all our dreams be tied.
In love's embrace, let us in peace reside,
With faith unshaken, and no need to hide.